tanya0070

Hi... My husband and I have a few days layover in South Africa and are planning on a short trip to the Drakensberg. I have been trying to choose somewhere to stay for two nights, and have narrowed our choices down to two places; Didima Camp or Antbear Guest House. While there, we plan to hike the Ampitheatre, maybe hike in Monks Cowl and head to the Sani Pass. Does anyone have an opinion on which place would be better for us to choose? Thanks, Tanya

ArthurSA

You've probably researched this thoroughly, so my apologies if what I say is already known. But just in case . . .

1. Didima Camp is very close to Cathedral Peak in the Central 'Berg, and so is a relatively long way from both the Amphitheatre (Northern 'Berg) and Monks Cowl. Perhaps you're looking at that location because it's to some extent between the two. But you'll need to drive back East, then either North or South, then head back towards the 'Berg to get to either the Amphitheatre or Monks Cowl. Not a very long way to either, but you only have two or three days? In any event, there are lots of hiking trails in the Cathedral Peak area, including Cathedral Peak itself. Enough to keep you busy for longer than your stay.

2. I don't know Antbear Guest House, but it appears to be in the foothills, not as close to the 'Berg as Didima.

ArthurSA

And . . . you also want to go to Sani in that time? Wow. BTW, you'll need a four-wheel drive vehicle to go up the Pass. But if you don't have one, there are tours available.

purrcy

ArthurSA-- I noticed your comments included Sani Pass. We will be driving from Mokhotlong down Sani Pass and thought if you are familiar with that area, perhaps you could answer a couple of questions.
We will be driving from Bergville to Mokhotlong and plan to cross the border into Lesotho at Monantsa Pass. Do you have any idea about how long will that drive take us?
Do you know how long it will take us to drive from Mokhotlong to Underberg, via Sani Pass?
We will be driving a 4X4.
Many thanks for any information you can provide!!!

tanya0070

Hhmmmm... you are right, I was looking for somewhere sort of in the middle. Maybe I should break it up and stay in two separate spots... Do you have a better recommendation? Tanya

canadian_robin

Hello Tanya!
I offer a part of a trip report which I wrote to family and friends during a year-long sabbatical in Cape Town in 2004-2005 - the section which describes my family's visit to the Drakensberg. We loved Didima - it is a beautiful camp. The cabins are lovely, the scenery gorgeous, the drive (to the camp) memorable, and the interpretive centre well worth a visit. Spend as long as you can in the Drakensberg - it is a beautiful area.

.....After overnighting in Bloemfontein, where we sampled the local beef and found it as good as any we have eaten in Alberta, we left the N1 and headed southeast towards the aptly named “mountain kingdom” of Lesotho, the country which is entirely surrounded by, but completely independent of, South Africa. As we drew closer to Lesotho, we caught glimpses of the life of the local Basotho people. The highway bisected settlements of shacks with their tin roofs weighted down against the wind with large rocks. It was Sunday, and there were streams of people walking barefoot along the highway, heading to church in nearby tiny communities. Near the town of Thaba Nchu, we passed two cow herders, resplendent in their colourful Basotho blankets, which they wore like cloaks, as is traditional. Women and young children, who beamed and waved as we passed, sold sheepskins and apples from flimsy stick booths along the highway. The expanses of corn, sunflowers and hay bales continued, and rows of poplar trees, which were a lovely autumn gold, appeared. We passed huge fields of gorgeous mauve, pink and white cosmos (flowers), prompting Laura to comment that her high school biology teacher, Ms. Belt, would love the fields, as they were perfect examples of incomplete dominance. We drove through the cherry producing area of South Africa, but the cherry season was over and the orchards bare. Drat! Cherries have always been my favourite fruit.

We traveled through Free State on the Highlands Route, which hugs the Lesotho border for 280km, and is one of South Africa’s most scenic drives. Nelson Mandela once described this area as gladdening his heart no matter what his mood, and it didn’t take us long to discover why. This northeastern corner of Free State boasts spectacular mountain scenery and magnificent sandstone formations. We paused in several of the charming villages that are strung along the Lesotho border, the most attractive of which was tree-fringed Clarens, a centre for arts and crafts. We strolled around President Square and purchased several wonderful souvenirs, including two of the conical straw hats which are worn by the Basotho people and unique to this area and Lesotho. We stopped at a large township on the outskirts of Clarens to watch youngsters in colourful clothing play soccer. Spotting us, they called and waved to us enthusiastically, so typical of the way we were received in rural areas, particularly by children.

Arguably the highlight of the Highlands Route was Golden Gate Highlands National Park, Free State’s only national park, designated as such for the outstanding beauty of the Maluti Mountains rather than its wildlife, although we did see zebra, eland, springbok, and black wildebeest roaming the grassy plateaus. We were amused to spot several cows grazing amongst a dazzle of zebras, and wondered how the cows came to be in the park. The red and yellow striped sandstone cliffs and overhangs glowed in the afternoon sun, and Laura confessed that she would be quite content to live out her life in this part of the country. Qwa Qwa National Park was another highlight of the route, with its massive and very impressive sandstone formations and wide open spaces. The San, who lived in the park’s many caves and overhangs, called the sandstone cliffs qwa-qwa, meaning “whiter than white”, as the sandstone, when exposed to the elements, is at first a whitish colour but assumes beautiful red and yellow hues as it weathers. We stopped at the Basotho Cultural Village, which offered a glimpse of the traditional lives of the Basotho people. The village consisted of a courtyard of beautiful Basotho huts, which progressed from organic, circular 16th century constructions to modern square huts with tin roofs and bright interior decor. Although activities were winding down for the day, people in traditional dress still wandered about, and two men were busy skinning a sheep. We admired the litema, the external decoration on the huts, which are applied by the Basotho women and still visible today in rural Lesotho and Free State. The decorations varied from intricate patterns that were scratched into the exterior red clay walls, to vivid, modern, brightly painted motifs. They were simple, but very beautiful. I couldn’t help wonder what the neighbours would think if I added some litema to our home in Calgary.

The view from the village across Qwa Qwa Park was amazing and, as we watched the sandstone change colour in the fading light (so reminiscent of sunset at Uluru/Ayer’s Rock in Australia), we were suddenly struck by how late in the day it was. Consulting our notes, we were horrified to discover that the gate of Royal Natal National Park in the Drakensberg Mountains, where we were to spend the night, closed at 6:00pm. We had a little over an hour to negotiate roughly one hundred kilometres of winding roads, steep inclines and soaring mountain passes. We left Free State, raced over Oliviershoek Pass, and flew into the province of KwaZulu-Natal. It had always been our intention to avoid traveling at night and, as darkness fell, for the first time on our journey I was truly uneasy. The 50-km route to the park on a secondary highway was poorly marked, the road was winding and uneven, and pedestrians in dark clothing returning home at the end of the day streamed along both sides of the narrow, shoulderless highway. To make matters worse, our car started acting up, sputtering and lurching in a most alarming fashion and providing little in the way of braking. It was thus with great relief that, with about five minutes to spare, we crawled through the gate of Royal Natal Park. Once in the park we felt safe, although we still faced a 9-km drive to Tendele Camp, where we were to overnight. In total darkness, we wound our way up and up a rough dirt road to the camp, silently willing the car to continue. We arrived to find reception closed and our name absent from the blackboard which listed the occupants of each cabin. Unperturbed, we wandered about in the dark, remarkably quiet camp (it was only 6:30pm, but you’d have thought it was midnight) until Robert was discovered by a patrolling security guard, who directed him to the camp manager. After perusing our reservation confirmation slip and apologizing profusely for the mix up on the blackboard, the manager directed us to a lovely log cabin. We settled in, ate dinner and went to bed, painfully aware that the nearest mechanic was likely 200-km away and that we might have to waste our first day in the mountains accompanying the car as it was towed back to civilization.

The Drakensberg Mountains, designated a World Mixed Heritage Site (natural and cultural) in 2000 for their beauty and the 35,000 San rock art paintings which are found there, are the second largest range in Africa. Known as uKhahlamba or “barrier of spears” to the Zulu, they were renamed Drakensberg or “Dragon Mountains” by early Dutch settlers for their resemblance to the ridges of a dragon’s back. Both are apt descriptions of this spectacular mountain range. We had read that the northern and central sections of the Drakensberg are the most spectacular, and this is where we were to spend the next couple of days, providing our car co-operated.

When we awoke in Royal Natal Park the following morning, the sight which greeted us from the cabin windows soon caused us to forget about our car troubles. Tendele, we discovered in the light of day, is an enchanting mountain retreat. Located at the base of Dooley’s Cliffs, the camp offered spectacular views of the Amphitheatre, a dramatic 500m high, crescent-shaped rock face that stretches for 5km and is framed by the Sentinel (3165m) and Eastern Buttress (3121m). It was spectacular! We enjoyed the splendor from the cabin windows as we ate breakfast. A small antelope grazed outside one window. While Laura and I savoured the view, Robert attended to the car. I hope that my dear husband will forgive me for saying that, while he is a man of much knowledge and many talents, automotive mechanics is not among them. You can therefore perhaps understand my surprise and skepticism when he returned a half hour later and declared the car roadworthy. He will complete the story below. In celebration, we decided to enjoy the mountains by hiking 3-km to Tiger Falls, a lovely waterfall surrounded by indigenous forest. As we made our way along the trail, we could hear baboons barking on the cliffs overhead. After a leisurely tea at the base of the falls, we had great fun scrambling on the rocks behind and above the falls, enjoying the refreshing spray. The occasional high-pitched shriek from Laura would announce that she had encountered yet another of the numerous and alarming spiders inhabiting the site. We were lucky to spy a rare (only 204 pairs remain) lammergeier or “bearded vulture”, which occur only in the Drakensberg and the Himalayan foothills.

Leaving Tendele mid morning, we switchbacked our way down the park’s steep road which we had staggered up in darkness the night before. As we admired the vistas far below us, we hoped that Robert was correct in thinking that the car, and particularly the brakes, was functioning properly. Just outside the park gate, we encountered a group of six Zulu women who were weaving baskets by the side of the road. We stopped to watch, asking questions of the youngest woman who spoke a little English. Nearby, spread out on the ground, were dozens of beautiful baskets, woven in a variety of intricate patterns from a combination of grass and colourful plastic cabbage/onion/potato bags. After much debate over colour and pattern, we purchased three lovely baskets for the ridiculously low price of R65 (~$13) each. The young woman helped us to record in my journal the name of the artist who had crafted each basket, painstakingly spelling the names for us. It was a memorable encounter!

The province of KwaZulu-Natal derives its name from kwa meaning “place of”, amaZulu meaning “people of heaven” and Natal meaning “nativity”. Portuguese explorer Vasco da Gamma anchored off the coast in the area on Christmas Eve in 1497, and named it “Natal”, not knowing that the region was already populated by the amaZulu. During the apartheid years, the province was known only as Natal, but it was renamed after the 1994 elections. KwaZulu-Natal is often described as the country’s most “African” province and, as we traveled south from Royal Natal Park through the northern part of the province, we understood why. That beautiful, mountainous area was like nothing we had seen in our travels until then. Instead of fenced-off, private farms and towns edged by squatter camps, as is found in most of rural Africa, the land is unfenced and communally owned. It is a desperately poor region known as “Zululand” which, under apartheid, was the bantustan or “homeland” to which the Zulu were forcibly relocated. Traditional Zulu homes - thatched, single-room, igloo-like huts, called “rondavels” - dotted the landscape for as far as we could see. From the highway, we caught glimpses of the everyday life of the Zulu. There were people everywhere. When we stopped to take photographs along even the remotest sections of the highway, children would invariably pop up from the long grass at the side of the road and beg for handouts. Knowing that they would have little use for coins, we wished that we had apples or oranges to give them. It was impossible to stop the car for any longer than the time needed to take a quick photograph, otherwise we would be swarmed. As a result, we never did manage to eat our lunch, which was in the boot, subsisting instead on the only two edible items that I had in my backpack, jelly tots and gum. There was no electricity. Woman and young children carried water on their heads in an assortment of amazingly large containers, often for great distances from a single community pump. Women wore brightly coloured, long skirts and blouses, and covered their heads with neatly tied scarves. Most were barefoot. Some congregated at the pump to do laundry, which they draped over nearby bushes to dry. Pre-school children laughed and played nearby. Other women used roughly tied bunches of grass to rake the dirt around their homes. Still others scavenged for firewood for cooking and heating, carrying the wood in huge bundles on their heads. Women harvested grass for thatch and baskets. Children of all ages, dressed in an assortment of colourful uniforms and often carrying their books on their heads, walked barefoot along the narrow highway to school. We marveled at the fact that, even though the children were living in such abject poverty, they looked healthy, happy, and impeccably dressed. The only men we saw, apart from the taxi drivers, were elderly. They walked barefoot and bent over along the highway. We noticed that virtually all walkers, young and old, carried a stick and we wondered why. Too short to be used as walking sticks, were they to fight off dogs? People? We never learned. The highway bisected numerous tiny “villages” which consisted of nothing more than a minibus taxi stop, a shack selling cabbages, maize and a few, very basic provisions, occasionally a small, well-fenced clinic, and one or more schools. The well maintained schools were large and numerous to accommodate the huge population of children. All bore large signs which indicated that they were “Clover Schools” built and sponsored by Clover Dairies. We swerved to avoid goats, chickens, dogs, cows, donkeys, and sheep, which also occupied the highway. Everyone and everything moved slowly, and we quickly concluded that the Zulu believe that the highways were built for people and animals, not automobiles. Occasionally, we encountered a dangerously overcrowded minibus taxi crawling along the highway, carrying women and their pre-school children several kilometres to the nearest town. The women carried their babies on their backs, securely held in place with blankets tied about the women’s ample waists. Few whites live in the rural areas in the northern and central Drakensberg and, when we stopped in Bergville, an unattractive, chaotic town, with tatty department stores, noisy markets, and streets strewn with people, animals, bakkies, and litter, the locals looked at us as though we had beamed down from another planet. Laura asked if she was the only one feeling terribly out of place. Robert stood out like a sore thumb as he waited in a long line of blacks at the local ATM. With rare exception, the people smiled and waved as we passed. In town, they seemed particularly pleased when we greeted them in Zulu. It would certainly be understandable if the Zulu bore some resentment towards visitors like us who fly past their homes in our air conditioned vehicles, while they struggle to survive. If they do, it wasn’t evident to us. We found them hospitable and friendly, and the tales of crime, hostile locals, and shocking roads, which are often associated with the rural areas around the northern and central Drakensberg, greatly exaggerated (well, except perhaps for the roads!). We had the feeling that we were experiencing one of the most unaffected cultural experiences available to visitors in South Africa and we were all the richer for it.

We continued south through rural KwaZulu-Natal to Cathedral Peak in the central Drakensberg, one of a 4-km line of impressive peaks, with some rising over 3000m. It was a clear morning, and the mountains seemed to go on forever. On our way in to the park, we passed many women bent over, painstakingly trimming back the grass and weeds from the sides of the highway using tiny (20cm) sickles. As David pointed out, why employ one person using an expensive tractor that has been imported from another country, when you can employ many people over a long period of time to do the same job by hand. True, I guess, but I didn’t envy the women their task! The central Drakensberg boasts some of the highest peaks in South Africa, and the area around Cathedral Peak was stunning. The chalets in Didima Camp, where we spent the night, were constructed to resemble caves or the transient dwellings of the San people, who lived in these mountains for thousands of years. Our chalet, with its fully-equipped kitchen, satellite TV, and cozy fireplace, offered a shocking contrast to the poverty-stricken rural areas that we had just traveled through to reach it. After a most enjoyable evening spent around a crackling fire, we retired early, waking just before dawn to the sound of baboons barking not far from our cabin. Before leaving, we visited the park’s San Art Interpretive Centre, which provided fascinating insights into the art and culture of the San people. We purchased two more baskets from the centre’s shop, one of which Laura felt would appeal to Graham in particular.

From Cathedral Peak, we traveled another 150-km south, past craggy peaks and grassy plateaus dotted with rondavels, enduring what must have been one of the worst potholed roads in the country. Our destination was Giant’s Castle, a mountain reserve that was once a favourite hunting ground of the San hunter-gatherers, as eland were plentiful. After settling into our cabin named “Christmas Bells”, in keeping with the camp’s izimbali (“flowers” in Zulu) theme, we hiked 3-km along the Bushman’s River through open grassland and patches of indigenous forest to Main Caves, a large sandstone overhang which shelters one of the most impressive and best preserved rock-art sites in the country. It was raining and cold, and I suspect that the interpreter was rather surprised to see us when we emerged from the forest. For the next hour or so, the young Xhosa student pointed out some of the more beautiful and better preserved paintings from amongst the over 500 which cover the rock face. The detail in the paintings was amazing, particularly in the paintings of the kudu and other animals, and we could not help but be awed by this legacy left by the San. Our guide concluded the tour with a valiant effort to teach us how to make the three subtly different clicks used in the Xhosa language, but we proved to be rather hopeless students. We spent a chilly, damp evening huddled around the fireplace in our cabin, and were eventually lulled to sleep by the sound of the Bushman’s River, which passed nearby. In the morning, we awoke to bright, clear skies, and stunning mountain scenery, which had been obscured by cloud the previous day. Dominating the scene was Giant’s Castle, an impressive 3316m free-standing basalt block. Nearby was the giant, lying on his back, with arms neatly folded across his chest. After a brief hike to admire the vistas, we left the park, amused by a sign which warned guests to be wary of crows with a rubber fetish; they like to peck the rubber off windshield wipers. Fortunately, ours were still intact.

We proceeded east and then south from Giant’s Castle, falling victim yet again to the poor rural signage, and traveling several kilometres out of our way before realizing we were on the wrong track. We were looking forward to lunch with Robin Mackey in the coastal city of Durban, South Africa’s largest port and just over 200-km to the south, on the Indian Ocean. It was Freedom Day, a national holiday, so the roads through the rural area around the park were thankfully much quieter without the schoolchildren streaming along both sides. However, cows, chickens, goats and donkeys were not observing the holiday, and twice we had to stop and wait patiently for cows to move out of the way. When we reached the town of Mooi Rivier, some 150-km north of Durban, near the southern border of Zululand, we were struck by a sudden change in the landscape. The over-grazed communal land and rondavels of the Zulu disappeared, and the prosperous, fenced, privately-owned farms returned. We saw fewer dilapidated bakkies, and SUVs with white drivers began to fly past us....

As we drew nearer Durban, we were appalled by the smog and brown haze which hung over the city. However, we actually found it a much prettier city than we expected, having noted that adjectives such as “dirty”, “noisy”, “crowded”, and “crime-ridden” are used frequently in written descriptions.......

Hope this helps! Robin

PRLCH

What time of the year are you planning on being there?

tanya0070

We will be there mid-December.
Wow, thanks for the great trip report, canadian_robin. It actually makes me pretty excited to be there. Wish we were going to be there longer...I think that we will head down from Joburg first thing in the morning, and stop at the Royal Natal National Park to hike the Ampitheatre and then drive directly to Didima! Canadian_robin, your description of Didima sounds great, so I think that we will stay the two nights there and use it as a base! We will probably go for a drive the next day and explore the beautiful scenery, maybe head all the way down to the Sani Pass and head up for a drink at the Highest Pub in Africa! If anyone else has any suggestions/comments, that would be great. Thanks, tanya

Thembi

This might be a bit more out of the way - but Mega4namaddy and I stayed at a lovely lodge for 4 nights, Montusi, in August not far from Bergville. we loved the location. service, lodgings, food and location and only wished we had a car whilst there to tour the area. ...next time!
http://www.montusi.co.za/

tanya0070

I read about Montusi... actually it was originally my first choice. After researching more, I got the impression that it was quite touristy, and we really would prefer not to go that route! I could be open to change my mind...

Thembi

hi tanya - When we were there there were max 8 other guests in - but there is capacity for 40 or more i think. Did hear from a local SA couple that stay there occaisionally that at peak season and school holidays it can be jam packed and as there are family suites and it is mostly drive-in custom then there could be too many folks about for your liking. We loved it, maybe lucky it was quite and are not fond of 'touristy" ourselves. Enjoyed several long hikes around the region both guided and not guided which were a highlight.
cheers
Jude

ArthurSA

purrcy: Sorry no, it's been a very long time since I was last in the Sani Pass area.

tanya0070: If it were me, for that short duration I'd stay in one place only and confine my hiking to that area only. Perhaps (say) Didima for Cathedral, or Tendele for Royal National (Amphitheatre). Although I do understand the temptation to try and do more. So if you're prepared to be energetic and have long days, perhaps you could stay in one place and still drive to another area for a day hike. It's not what I'd do, but then I've had more than my fair share of 'Berg hiking.

ArthurSA

And now I've read your later post Tanya, that's probably a good idea, to stop in at Royal National and stay both nights at Didima. If you do also get to Sani Pass, remember that you won't reach the "highest pub" without a 4x4. Although I'm still convinced that decades ago as a student I drove to the top in a beaten-up sedan. And now I believe the tarring of the pass is underway, although I think much delayed and incomplete, I don't have a recent update.

tanya0070

Thanks for the responses. That is what we will do. I appreciate the help! Tanya

PRLCH

Have you booked your accommodation at Didima yet? It is my understanding it is summer school holidays and you may have trouble getting accommodation. We too, will be at Didima from 20th to 26th December. Have fun!